down and I shiver.
But it’s not from the chill of the night.
It’s from the fact that as soon as Arrow goes down, his large hands grab the cheeks of my ass and pull.
He parts them.
He plucks the string of my thong from between my cheeks and snaps it aside. The elastic digs into the meat of my butt and I clench my eyes shut.
I rest my cheek on the brick wall as my body burns with arousal and embarrassment that he can see everything.
My pussy and my asshole.
But then, he goes in and smells it all.
He digs his nose in the crease of my ass and runs it up and down, taking in my musky, horny scent and groaning with it, and I forget about all the shame and embarrassment and push my hips back.
I push it into his mouth and he licks it.
He licks my pussy and I go up on tiptoes, parting my mouth so I can breathe.
But I don’t think I can. Breathe, I mean.
Because he doesn’t give me the time to do it.
Digging his fingers into my ass and keeping my cheeks apart and holes stretched, he goes in for another lick. This one covering the lips of my pussy, all the way back to my ass.
And he keeps doing that.
He keeps giving me licks all over, on both my holes and Jesus Christ, I’ve never felt hotter in my life.
Hotter and wetter and more turned on.
I even go so far as to pull at my t-shirt. I try to take it off because I’m sweating and shaking like crazy, all because he’s eating not only my peach-like pussy, he’s also tasting my ass.
But I think I overestimated my strength because I can only get my t-shirt up to my neck, to expose my tits to the night, before my hands give up.
Before I’m coming on his tongue and he’s drinking everything like he always does. He’s slurping and working his mouth on my pussy to get all of it, to not even miss a drop.
When he’s done, I feel him take his mouth off and stand up.
I’m too weak to look back at him but still, I open my eyes and watch him emerge from the ground. I watch his shiny jaw and mouth, making him look even more like the sun. I watch him while he takes his dick out of his pants, his big, beautiful dick, and snaps the condom on.
I watch while he watches me, all silent and breathing hard as he grabs my naked hips and positions his cock at my still-pulsing entrance.
But when I see the muscles of his abdomen flex and his hips jerking forward, I can’t anymore.
I can’t watch because he’s inside of me and I have to shut my eyes tightly.
Because oh my God, it’s so big and good and fuck, it hurts that all I can do is grind my head into the wall and moan.
My pussy pulses over his massive length and he grunts loudly, louder than he’s ever grunted before, and his forehead drops to my shoulder and my own head somehow comes back to rest on his.
When his other hand, the one not gripping my hip, settles on my bare stomach, I gasp out, “It’s so big. Why does it feel so big? Like this…”
His dick jerks inside of me and I gasp again.
“Because you’re still tight as fuck. Like a virgin. Even after I’ve stretched your hole a hundred times,” he groans, rolling his forehead on my shoulder. “And because I’ve never had you like this.”
“Like what?” I pant, my hands slipping on the wall.
He raises his head, his rough cheek brushing against mine, and whispers in my ear, “Like a dog in heat.”
My channel pulses at his crass words – crass and delicious and somehow so erotic – and he has to pump into me. Once, twice, short and jerky motions.
And I have to put my hand over his where he’s grabbing my belly. “I feel you in my…”
“Where?” he asks when I don’t pick up the thread.
I was going to say stomach. That I feel him in my stomach but that’s… wrong.
I don’t feel him in my stomach.
I feel him somewhere deeper.
Much, much deeper.
I turn my head to look at him. “In my womb.”
His chest shudders at my back and his face grows mean with lust. I think even his cock swells inside me, grows to insane, obscene proportions as it presses into my womb, my very femininity.
The very thing